worst title ever
title: alien demon
warnings: AU, attempts at horror, a lovely pun in the next line.
summary: sakura was in for one hell of a night shift at the hospital.
disclaimer: i do not own naruto.
“I need your help with something.”
Sakura looked up from the chart in her hands and saw Sasuke on the other side of the desk with a perturbed expression on his face. This confused her greatly. Since she met the security guard on her fifth day as a surgical intern at Konoha General so many years ago, he never seemed particularly fazed by anything. But now, here he was standing before her like his life was on the line. She nodded slowly and went around the nurses’ station to go beside him. “What is it?” she asked quietly. Judging by the fact that he came to her directly, he was most likely looking for someone discrete.
Sasuke shook his head instead of speaking. He grabbed her by the wrist and began dragging her to the elevator. When they entered, he hit the top floor and insistently pressed the close button until the doors finally slid shut.
“Sasuke, where are we going?” Sakura asked reluctantly, breaking the tense silence.
“Office,” he replied. She frowned at his curt tone. “My friend…” Sasuke’s lips fell into a grim line and he shook his head once again. “It’s better if you just see him.”
“Okay.”
Accepting his answer, they waited impatiently for the elevator to get to the eighth floor. When they finally arrived there, Sasuke grabbed her once again and walked speedily to the security room. He paused in front of the door and looked around to make sure the hall was clear. Sakura knew it was just past three in the morning so she doubted anyone would be around. Satisfied that they were alone, he took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.
After being pushed in, Sakura heard Sasuke lock the door once again and grew anxious. The room was dark, illuminated solely through a series of screens showing various parts of the lifeless hospital. Given how late it was, the room was empty except for them.
Or so she thought.
“Sasuke?” she called nervously. “What-”
“Over here,” he interrupted, gesturing for her to follow him behind the row of cameras.
Hesitantly, she went to his side. When she finally saw what he was being so secretive about, Sakura could only scowl at how anticlimactic the entire situation was. There, lying on the linoleum floor was Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke’s rather boisterous roommate, with a blanket over his lower body. Sakura met Naruto years ago in the hospital cafeteria where he was attempting to be a chef. Naruto had been in and out of jobs for way too long but always seemed to get a position at Konoha General, likely because of his relation to the administrator.
“Sasuke,” Sakura began darkly, “if you brought me here just-”
“Something is wrong with him,” Sasuke cut off. There was a trace of desperation in his voice, rousing concern in Sakura. It wasn’t often that Sasuke showed some care for his best friend. Sasuke swallowed and crouched down beside Naruto’s writhing form, pushing his shoulder until he lay on his back. “He’d been complaining about stomach problems all week and he’s had a fever for the past two days.” He snorted and smiled bitterly, casting a dirty look at the spot beside Naruto’s head. “I told him he was an idiot just five hours ago before coming in for work…”
“I see,” Sakura said, not quite sure what to say. She knelt down across from Sasuke on Naruto’s other side and placed a hand on her patient’s forehead, grimly noting just how high his fever was.
“Then he came to visit me,” Sasuke continued as he remained looking away. He groaned and sat back, running a hand through his hair. “Fucking idiot. He shouldn’t have walked around in this damn blizzard-”
“He walked?” Sakura’s frown deepened when she took in Naruto’s lack of a jacket. Judging by how damp his shirt and hair were he probably just came in those clothes. Or, then again, that could just be the sweat. Sakura shook her head and decided that didn’t matter. “We need to get him out of these wet clothes. Do you have anything with you?”
Sasuke didn’t hear her though. “He came up here. What is wrong with him? Any sick person would go to the ER, but no-”
“Sasuke…”
“-the idiot comes to me-”
“Sasuke!”
He stopped talking and looked at her. She was staring anxiously at Naruto, however. Sasuke glanced down to see what was troubling her and frowned. Naruto’s shirt was raised and the blanket was pulled down, revealing a series of black marks on his abdomen-a swirl of sorts circled by peculiar eight symbols.
“Tattoo?” Sakura asked wearily. She didn’t need to look at Sasuke to know he replied with a negative.
Steeling her resolve, Sakura moved to touch the marks but Sasuke grabbed her hand before she could make contact. When she frowned up at him, he merely shook his head. “Don’t-”
He was cut off by Sakura’s shriek.
There, below their joint hands, was a smaller, bloodier, clawed one tearing its way out of Naruto’s stomach.
warnings: AU, attempts at horror, a lovely pun in the next line.
summary: sakura was in for one hell of a night shift at the hospital.
disclaimer: i do not own naruto.
“I need your help with something.”
Sakura looked up from the chart in her hands and saw Sasuke on the other side of the desk with a perturbed expression on his face. This confused her greatly. Since she met the security guard on her fifth day as a surgical intern at Konoha General so many years ago, he never seemed particularly fazed by anything. But now, here he was standing before her like his life was on the line. She nodded slowly and went around the nurses’ station to go beside him. “What is it?” she asked quietly. Judging by the fact that he came to her directly, he was most likely looking for someone discrete.
Sasuke shook his head instead of speaking. He grabbed her by the wrist and began dragging her to the elevator. When they entered, he hit the top floor and insistently pressed the close button until the doors finally slid shut.
“Sasuke, where are we going?” Sakura asked reluctantly, breaking the tense silence.
“Office,” he replied. She frowned at his curt tone. “My friend…” Sasuke’s lips fell into a grim line and he shook his head once again. “It’s better if you just see him.”
“Okay.”
Accepting his answer, they waited impatiently for the elevator to get to the eighth floor. When they finally arrived there, Sasuke grabbed her once again and walked speedily to the security room. He paused in front of the door and looked around to make sure the hall was clear. Sakura knew it was just past three in the morning so she doubted anyone would be around. Satisfied that they were alone, he took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.
After being pushed in, Sakura heard Sasuke lock the door once again and grew anxious. The room was dark, illuminated solely through a series of screens showing various parts of the lifeless hospital. Given how late it was, the room was empty except for them.
Or so she thought.
“Sasuke?” she called nervously. “What-”
“Over here,” he interrupted, gesturing for her to follow him behind the row of cameras.
Hesitantly, she went to his side. When she finally saw what he was being so secretive about, Sakura could only scowl at how anticlimactic the entire situation was. There, lying on the linoleum floor was Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke’s rather boisterous roommate, with a blanket over his lower body. Sakura met Naruto years ago in the hospital cafeteria where he was attempting to be a chef. Naruto had been in and out of jobs for way too long but always seemed to get a position at Konoha General, likely because of his relation to the administrator.
“Sasuke,” Sakura began darkly, “if you brought me here just-”
“Something is wrong with him,” Sasuke cut off. There was a trace of desperation in his voice, rousing concern in Sakura. It wasn’t often that Sasuke showed some care for his best friend. Sasuke swallowed and crouched down beside Naruto’s writhing form, pushing his shoulder until he lay on his back. “He’d been complaining about stomach problems all week and he’s had a fever for the past two days.” He snorted and smiled bitterly, casting a dirty look at the spot beside Naruto’s head. “I told him he was an idiot just five hours ago before coming in for work…”
“I see,” Sakura said, not quite sure what to say. She knelt down across from Sasuke on Naruto’s other side and placed a hand on her patient’s forehead, grimly noting just how high his fever was.
“Then he came to visit me,” Sasuke continued as he remained looking away. He groaned and sat back, running a hand through his hair. “Fucking idiot. He shouldn’t have walked around in this damn blizzard-”
“He walked?” Sakura’s frown deepened when she took in Naruto’s lack of a jacket. Judging by how damp his shirt and hair were he probably just came in those clothes. Or, then again, that could just be the sweat. Sakura shook her head and decided that didn’t matter. “We need to get him out of these wet clothes. Do you have anything with you?”
Sasuke didn’t hear her though. “He came up here. What is wrong with him? Any sick person would go to the ER, but no-”
“Sasuke…”
“-the idiot comes to me-”
“Sasuke!”
He stopped talking and looked at her. She was staring anxiously at Naruto, however. Sasuke glanced down to see what was troubling her and frowned. Naruto’s shirt was raised and the blanket was pulled down, revealing a series of black marks on his abdomen-a swirl of sorts circled by peculiar eight symbols.
“Tattoo?” Sakura asked wearily. She didn’t need to look at Sasuke to know he replied with a negative.
Steeling her resolve, Sakura moved to touch the marks but Sasuke grabbed her hand before she could make contact. When she frowned up at him, he merely shook his head. “Don’t-”
He was cut off by Sakura’s shriek.
There, below their joint hands, was a smaller, bloodier, clawed one tearing its way out of Naruto’s stomach.